When The Harvest Moon

There are only a few of us who still remember, and we are all cautious about speaking out about “those days.”

Sometimes, however, when the Harvest moon is full, I can’t help wondering if.......

But I know that’s dangerous, so tonight I’ll just sit quietly, close my eyes and step back alone in time. Just once in a while I like to remember......

The Movement had just begun. It strode into focus with a Congressional hearing. Viewers were mesmerized by the speed that seemed to saturate the atmosphere, and the willingness of young people to accept the new philosophy.

There were still marriages. Reproduction continued to be accomplished by the archaic method without the comfort and efficiency of today’s techniques. Of course, today creating a child is so much simpler, less messy, and not fraught with any complicated emotional consequences. Still it amazes me that physical relationships were relinquished so easily by an entire generation. I can’t remember when the word love seemed to be abolished. Obviously, it was no longer necessary when science advanced so rapidly.

Then quickly afterwards, mandatory contribution to the National Sperm Bank became law. Of course, when something becomes law, there is little choice. Admittedly, it helped the Movement advance quickly and all the press coverage did help.

But it was another ten or fifteen years before the Castration Project for males over 25 was made compulsory. There were still some women, probably elderly Mothers, who marched against the new edict, but nobody paid too much attention to their rants or raves. Women were far too united by that time, and of course, the reality of female power was apparent even to those who remembered “The good old days when men were men, and boys were boys,” or questioned the rights of males.

Yes, it certainly seems like a long time ago. I still can vaguely remember families where men were breadwinners, not house husbands. A few even became fathers in their 40’s and 50’s. That’s probably before women realized it was time to change things in the hierarchy of life, and aren’t we lucky it went so well.

Sometimes though and I hate to admit it, I do miss the good old days before the Movement changed everything. Men were well, rather appealing, at least that’s the way I remember them.

But that was a long time ago, and we all know memories can be cloudy.

Women never had it this good, I know we all agree about that.